Or Pooky Gets It
I found a bear a while back. This of course was not a real bear. It was a pink bear about 3" high languishing in the back of a draw of a desk at work. I found it whilst moving offices one day. No one claimed it, so it ended up in my drawer instead. I named it "Pooky" after the one in the Garfield cartoons. It used to stare blankly up at me every time I went for a rubber 1 . I occasionally would move its jointed legs around for fun and try and balance it on the desk divider, but mostly I would rummage it to once side to get to the eraser 2 . Today I had an idea 4 . In a sad attempt to drum up the sympathy vote, I came up with a fund-raising idea for my charity bike ride to Paris. I would kill the bear. It goes like this: Sponsor me or I would dangle the bear off the back of my bike on a piece of string at Christmas. In the cold. And the wet. I'm very good at knots. I ran the idea past my wife. I got the look that said 'even you've over-stepped t
